This is a song about "Being independent from men"

Praying to gods the white men made, it's from the last invasion,

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

We become so dependent on believing the government when they say we independent

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Leavin you dead like lennie from mice and men,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Those oats sowed being rewards reaped from nights i wrote in my spread

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Where i free the people from being a colony

And all women who had light features, see

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

Nothins stopping me from being rich

Trying to give them light and a message